Lin Nan: I'm sorry, little sister Song Ruo, you are not my type. I like gentle and lovely sisters. You might be a little bit worse. Keep up the good work
One night. Song Ruo cried and called him.
Lin Nan: Grandpa, please stop crying, okay? I was really wrong. Can you go downstairs and see me? If you don't look at me, can you look at the moon? At least I see the same moon as you.
Intention: Because of like and love